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A Girl With A Story To Tell

Ciao. I am here to tell a story. You may or may not know me, but for the first time, that doesn't matter. Call me Isabella, okay? I am just a girl. One who has dreams. A different out-take on life. One who wants to hear I love you.

For once in my life...I love you. Is is so hard to say? Or am I just that unloved? Do I advoid people that much? No. Because I have friends. I do have a life. I have more than a life. Well, more than I can handle.

I'd like to see some random person on the street go through what I do everyday.

Okay, you wanted to hear a story. Well, I suppose I have to start sharing it now, right? You say you don't have all day, but do you really know if you do have all day or not? No. You could have 20 more years or 20 more seconds.

So, here it goes.

I am a girl. A girl who wants to believe. In dreams. In fanasty. In hope. In faith. In love. But I can't. I just can't. I thought I could. Maybe I could try? This is the story I am about to tell. The one where I gave up everything. Just to believe. In something. Anything. And love was one of them.

I felt, and still feel, the warm summer day. The leaves on the trees brushed against each other in the wind.I can still feel the tickling sensation I got when my best friend tickled my back. Or at least I had thought it was my best friend. I turned to see a guy, who I had known to be popular. Jock, type. See, he played basketball but football was his "major" sport. I never cared for the popular crowd. But I was me.

He smiled and asked, "Tickle?"

I wanted to punch him in the face.

But did you know, that if I punched a guy, I'd be arrested and if I punched a girl, I wouldn't? So I smiled sweetly and said, in my softest voice, so he couldn't hear the anger that was trickling into me, "No. Sorry. It didn't."

So I lowered my head back to my book, hoping he'd take the hint and walk away. Instead he sat beside me and asked me what I was reading. I sighed and closed my book, with my finger holding my place. "It's a Pink Angels' Guide book."

I hoped, and secretly prayed he wouldn't ask. He didn't. He apparently, already knew what it was. "Oh." he said, "You're going to volunteer at the hospital too?"

I was shocked, more like stunned. I mean he's the "JOCK". Jock's don't volunteer. Do they? I nodded, not trusting my voice. He seemed to scare me, for what ever reason. I'm not the type to get scared by someone. Unless I'm about to get killed.

"Oh, that's cool. I'm volunteering too. I need the credits." He told me. I stared. I didn't mean to.I racked my mind. Everyone knew he'd earned his volunteer credits last year. He had picked garbage up at our beach. I stared into those big brown eyes. He knew I knew. I smiled.

"Really?" I said, "So that garbage picking was for no reason, at all?"

He grinned at my reply. He shrugged. "Okay, you got me." he said, meanwhile, I sat trying to think of his name. I knew it, but it hadn't been on my "Remember Him" list. He smiled again. He liked to do that alot. "So I've been forced to volunteer."

"Forced?" I asked, sharply.

How could I FORGET HIS NAME? And WHY was he talking to me? I'm like a "Reject" to him. Maybe a "Brain" and a "Geek". Do I care? No.

"Got in trouble at a party. Parents are forcing me. No one knows though." he said. Hunter.His name was HUNTER. How on Earth I forgot that, no idea. He was tall, "Jock"-type, and had the biggest brown eyes. I felt that I was staring and I looked elsewhere.


To my book.

"I see. Was it your party?"

I already knew. Hunter. Nice name. I don't know why I felt chatty with him. He brought it out in me. That's my excuse. Hunter.His name brought a big responiblity. Football AND Basketball. If he missed either of those. Toast, would be his name. He practised hard at both, everyday. Even during off-season. I sighed.

"Yeah. I... Oh, there's my girlfriend. I'll see you around?" Hunter asked. I nodded and he said, "See ya later, Isabella!"

How the heck did he know my name? I asked myself, waving good-bye. I didn't know but I did wonder. I stood, just one second before the bell rang, trying not to let my eyes wander in Hunter's direction. He was with his girlfriend and they were laughing, her mini-skirt was blowing up in the breeze, giving the guys behind her a good look. But no, she didn't notice, or didn't care. I couldn't remember her name at the moment. I shrugged the odd conversation I had with Hunter, and decided to scope out my friends. There was supposed to be this big party or whatever, and I remember Kat, my friend, was trying to get invitations.

I walked towards the doors when they opened and a girl stormed out. I glanced back, to see which direction she was "storming" in and it was Hunter. I stopped to watch. Curiousity gets the better of me, right? Anyways, she said something to him, slapped him and then yell at his girlfriend. Then, she stormed over to a truck, slammed the doors and drove away, tires schreeching. I took a deep breath and turned to finish looking for my friends.

"Isabella!" somebody yelled out behind me. I turned to see Kat. I smiled at her and she was showing me some pieces of paper. Or at least, that's what it looked like. "I got the invites! I did! I did! There's four of them!"

I jumped up and down, as if I was excited, "Oh my Gosh! Let me see!"

Kat rolled her eyes, "Don't be sarcastic. Now, let's go find Elizabeth and Keesha."

I laughed, "Okay. Why don't we wait by the car?"

Okay, so the only real reason is that I wanted to see if Hunter's girlfriend was an ex or not. It's not my fault what I just witnessed was so interesting and...I had to find out what happened. It's just, this day, not like anyother.

"Okay." Kat said, and we walked to my car my mom got me before I moved in with my dad, fourteen months ago. She was telling me all about the dresses she would wear, or I should wear, or Izzy, Elizabeth, should wear or Keesha should wear. To be honest, I just repeated the last word she'd say, when she stopped to pause, in a questioning form, and she would continue talking. Once at my silver car, which the name I can never remember, but it's a sport car, we found Keesha was already waiting for us. Kat ran over to tell her the news and then they both started to giggle and jump up and down. I sighed and looked around, no sign of Hunter and his maybe-ex-maybe-still-on girlfriend. While my friends talked about who'd be there, I sat on the trunk of my car and flipped my book open, my finger had been holding my spot.

I wasn't a page in when I heard, in a distance, "Baby. How many times do I have to tell you? I was never in love with her. I only love you." I looked up and there Hunter was with his apparently-ex-girlfriend walking away from him. She got into a car and after a few moments drove off. He shrugged and said to himself, "Well, I guess I wasn't really in love with you."

"I think she knows that." I muttered, feeling sorry for her and not him. He looked at me. His brown eyes actually looked upset.

"What did you say, Isabella?" he asked, walking over.

"I said," in the tone that clearly states he should've heard me the first time, even though he shouldnèt have,"I think she knows that."

"Knows what?" he asked, now standing in front of me.

"That you didn't love her. Idiot." I said, now glaring at him. I looked down at my book, and pretended to read. I looked up, he was still standing there, and I was annoyed. "I think the idiot part was your clue to leave me alone, now."

"You're different, Isabella. Did you know that?" he asked. I stared at him, and scoffed. He smiled, "Well, it's the last week of school. I do hope you and your friends will be at my party tonight."

"Aren't you going to the Pink Angel's Volunteer program because you got in trouble at your last party?" I asked, skeptically.

"Yeah, so park about a block away so the neighbors don't suspect anything. Parents are outta town. I should go get ready. Be there by 7." he turned and left me alone. Then, as he got into his red truck, he yelled, "See ya, Isabella!"

I was stunned. I couldn't move or even blink. But somehow I managed to wave bye, and leaned back against my car in disgust. He knew I wouldn't come. No, that's wrong. He knew I would go to his party. I turned and looked at my friends, Elizabeth now joined them. They stared at me.

"Oh my gosh! That's like the biggest party or the year! And you got us invited! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Keesha squealed, jumping up and down. I rolled my eyes and Kat literally ripped the invitations to the other party up. I gasped.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Keesha smiled, "We're going to a different party. No use in keeping these."

"We are not going to that party!" I claimed. No point in lying, is there? Well, oops.

"And why not?" Keesha asked.

"Because...I don't want to." I replied. Some excuse, right?

Sure. Sure. I expected the reply to be. But Keesha looked at her ripped in half invitations and said, "Well, I guess we can tape them together, right?"

"Yeah." Elizabeth said, sighing. "But may I ask why you don't want to?"

I thought about lying again. But I couldn't come up with anything good, so I said, "I just don't."

"Okay, come on." Kat said, "Let's go."

And with that, we got into the car, and I drove them home.

* * *

Then, driving into my driveway, I sighed and thought to myself, Why can't I just accept Hunter's invitations and go? Was it because of the big-scene break-up he had had? I didn't know. I raced into the house and sat down to do my homework, stuffing my face with a bag of chips. Some where around 6 pm, the phone rang. I picked it up, and hit the "Talk" button.

"Hello?" I said, because, that's what everyone says.

"Hello, may I speak to Isabella?" a guy's voice came.

"Speaking. May I ask who this is?" I said, trying to be polite. But as I heard the sigh on the other end of the phone, I knew it was Hunter. I froze in my kitchen. Like I was unable to move. To breath.

"Hey, Bella. It's Hunter. Anyways, I kind of need help setting up for my party, and was wondering if you'd help me. I'd ask some of my buds, but they went to an early party at a friend's house. So, yeah. Are you free?" he asked. He had given me a nick name. Bella. Well, people called me that all the time, but this was different. He didn't know about that, did he?

"Umm..." I said, trying to think. Was I doing anything? I heard some noise in the background and realized it was the tv. I finally gave up and said, "Sure. I'll be there. Do you mind if I bring my friends with me to help? They're at my house already, getting ready."

"Yeah, sure. Please hurry. I owe you one." he replied.

We said bye and hung up. I raced up to my bedroom, with the phone still in my hand. I hit Memory 4 and Keesha's brother picked up.

"Hello." I said, "May I speak to Keesha?"

"Isabella?" he asked.

"Yeah. Hi." I said.

"Hey, how's your sister doing? I heard she broke her wrist because her boyfriend pushed her." he said.

I rolled my eyes, and went through my closet for my dress that I had been planning to wear. I said, quickly, "She's fine. And that's ex-boyfriend, incase you asked. I need Keesha now. Is she there?"

"Keesh?" he asked, sounding like he never heard of her before, "Nah. She's at Kat's house. So, your sister's single then--"

I hung up on him, without saying bye or thanks. I hit Memory 6 and Kat picked up, "Kat! Hey, is Keesha still at your house?"

"Hi, Isabella." Kat said, "Keesh's still here. And so's Elizabeth. What's up?"

"Hey, get ready for Hunter's party, now. He asked me to help set up for him. Hurry. I'll pick you up in five minutes. Whether you're dressed or in your bra and underwear. HURRY!" I hung up and finished pulling my nylons on. I put my dress on, slipped my shoes on and raced into the bathroom. I dabbed my make-up on and brushed my hair, leaving it down, and ran down to the car. I drove to a couple streets away and stopped at Kat's house. I honked and two minutes later, three girls raced out of the house, smiling. They got into the car and we drove to Hunter's house. Everyone knew where he lived, he had had so many parties, and we had been to a couple of them, as guests of guests, who were guests of those guests. So, yeah. I parked in his driveway, whether he liked it or not and we walked up to the house. I knocked on the door, nervous as I possibly could be, and the door opened. Not Hunter. Hunter's mother. She looked at us and smiled.

"Hunter said he'd be having a couple friends over while we were gone." she said, "Please, come in. Hunter! Some girls are here for you!"

"That doesn't make us sound like we're friends with him." Keesha muttered, as we entered the house. It always amazed me how big and beautiful the house was. Hunter walked in and smiled.

"Hey, Isabella!" he said, then adding, "And Keesha, Kat and Elizabeth."

I wondered, at this moment, how he knew their names. How he knew mine. I shrugged it off and Hunter's dad, a splitting image of his son, walked in to the room. He said, "Hunter, your mother and I are going out now. No parties. A few friends is fine though. Nice to meet you girls."

And they were gone. I looked around, thinking, awkward...

Hunter smiled and said, "Kat and Keesha, you can help me by setting out the refeshments I have hidden. Elizabeth, can you put chips into bowls?"

"Okay." Kat said, shyly.

"Sure." Elizabeth said, and they all followed him, leaving me behind.

I moved into the living room, walking to the patio doors. I glanced around, no one was around, so I pushed the door open, enough for me to squeeze through, and walked to the edge of the deck. I looked out over the edge. The sun was going down, and I couldn't help but not look at it, with it's reflection dancing in the water. I wondered why I was here. It didn't seem right. This wasn't something I did everyday, that's for sure. I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and they squeezed me.

"Hey, Bella. Isn't it beautiful?" Hunter's voice came. I nodded, unable to speak. He forced me to turn to face him. He leaned in and whispered, "Just like you."

I caught my breath, and he kissed me. I sighed and he let my lips go. His were so soft. I wanted to melt. He asked, "Mm...Don't you want more?"

I nodded, caught up in the moment. And he kissed me again, harder, more passionate than the first. He asked again, "Don't you want more?"

I felt drunk and helpless.

* * *

But then, I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep on the couch. Great, I thought, I'm dreaming about him now. I rolled off and checked the clock. I had about 30 minutes. I rolled my eyes and heard the phone ring. I picked it up, not before pinching myself to make sure I was awake for real. And I was.

"Hello?" I answered. Like I said before, everyone answers the phone with hello?

"Hey, may I speak to a Clairabelle?" a voice came.

"You mean, Claire?" I asked. No one called my mother by her full name.

"Sure. May I speak to her?" the man asked, deep voice.

"Um..." I said, thinking whether she was home or not. But then again, I wouldn't know. I'd been sleeping. "Hang on, I'm not sure if she's in."

I turned around, my brother stared at me. His eyes were wide, fear, I supposed. "Hey," he said, "Can you pretend to be mom? I got in trouble again..."

I nodded, I don't know how many times I've done this. I put the phone to my ear, "Hello. Claire speaking. Who's this?"

"Mr. Newcome here. The principal at your son's school." he said, I rolled my eyes.

"Oh dear. What did he do now? Did he put a tack on the teacher's seat again?" Seriously, my brother did that in Grade Two.

"No, no, ma'am. He's been very good. This is concerning his grades. Could you possibly come into the school?" My principal asked. I smiled, turning to face my grateful brother, "Could I possibly come into the school? Like for an interveiw?"

My brother, Zac shook his head. Begging me with those eyes of his. I smiled. Mr. Newcome said, "Yes, exactly."

"Sorry. I have a pretty tight schedule, lately. Business is blooming. How 'bout we do it now?" I asked.

"Sure, that's great. Okay, so about his Math marks..."Mr. Newcome continued to talk and I grinned at my brother, giving him the thumbs-up. He exhaled deeply and hugged me, mouthing, I love you.

Yeah, only when I save his butt. I nodded and said, Oh. and Mmhmm...I'll speak to him about that. Finally Mr. Newcome said, "If you could get him to study more often next year, that'd be great. It was nice chatting with you, dear."

"Yes. You too. Oh, shoot. Would you look at the time, I've missed my favourite tv show. Oh, and I love that show. It was a special too. Darn it, I was looking forward to that all week." I laughed silently and my brother laughed. "Oh, don't eat that bread, Bella! It went stale since I haven't been out to the store yet tonight. I should go. Bye." and I hung up. I laughed and smiled, "You owe me."

Now I looked at the time, I had 5 minutes. Dammit. Zac said, "Yeah, thanks."

"Okay, pay half your dues now. Kelly's not home and I need to get ready for a party, now." I said, nodding. "Help me!"

I raced up the stairs. I already knew what I was going to wear, but I needed help with the make-up, hair and how to wear it, kind of thing. That normally was something I did with Keesha, Elizabeth and Kat. But you know, I fell asleep. Zac groaned but he followed me up. I raced into the bathroom, changing into the jeans with the little "b-dazzlers", as Keesha called them, on the butt, reselmbing a heart. Or something. Then I threw on a tank top, covering it with a flirty top. I raced out, brushing my hair.

"What do I have to do?" he asked. I tried to straighten my curls. I hate them. Zac asked, "Why are you doing that?"

"I hate my curls! I don't have time to straigten them!" I complained.

"No, don't. Curls are in." Zac told me.

I don't know how he knows that. Nor do I want to. Sometimes I swear he's gay. But no, he's not. He's supposely "hot", ick in my mind, to Keesha and Kat, and about a million other girls who swarm him. I turned to face him, "My make-up?"

"Light blue eye shadow. A dab of blush, nothing else." Zac told me.

I tilted my head, "Sure you're not gay?"

"No!" he threw a pillow at me. I swear, that's helping his arguement. I did as he said and he threw me my purse and car keys. "Good luck!" he yelled, as I slipped into my flip-flops and ran out of the house.

I got into my car and drove to Keesha's house. I got out and knocked on the door. Keesha smiled. "Oh! I thought you weren't going to come! Guys, we can go now! Bella's here!"

"Oh?" I said, surprised. "I was running late. I fell asleep on--"

"Enough of that. We gotta go." Keesha said, smiling. She walked out of the house, passing me, and Kat and Elizabeth smiled as they raced to the car. I followed and Keesha started her car.

Once we were at Hunter's house--everyone knew where he lived: 34 Scymore Street-- we got out and Keesha looked at me, "Flip-flops, really?"

I scoffed, "Yes, really."
We raced up his pathway and knocked on the door. A guy I knew as Jay, answered the door. He was wasted. "Hey, girls! How's it going? Come on in, and join the par-tay!"

"Ew." I said, stepping in. He reeked of alchol. I brushed past, the music was blasting loud and everyone was either talking or dancing. I rolled my eyes, and my friends smiled.

"I can't believe we're at Hunter's party!" Keesha whispered in my ear. She squealed.

"This is awful!" I heard Elizabeth say, "I can't believe that people listen to this...stuff!"

"I'm not too keen on it either." Kat replied.

But Keesha started to dance, and we sat down on the couch. A guy leaned over the back of the couch and asked me, "Wanta check out the bedroom, baby?"

"Ew. No, thank you." I said, shuddering. He looked like I had slapped him in the face.

"But baby--everyone wants a piece of me." he said.

"Not baby. Not me." I replied, turning away from him.

"Not you? Oh, now you're just making me hot. I like a game of mouse and cats." he told me. I wanted to barf.

"Get outta my face, loser." was what I wanted to say. But someone pulled him away from me and saying, "Dude. Lay off her."

"Oh, she's your dirty girl. Sorry, man. I wouldn't have asked if I'd known." the guy said, swaying back and forth. I looked up to see that Hunter had been my..."dirty man"...

The guy leaned down to face Kat, "Hey, baby."

"Ew." Kat said.

I was a tad angry. He was really getting on my nerves. "Hey, baby?" I asked.

He looked at me. I did the only thing that became natural--I punched him.

Remember that law I told you about? One where girls can't punch guys and not get charged? Well apparently when he was asking me for sexual favours, the cops let me off for punching him. Yeah, some girl called the cops on me, saying there was a fight and I was a potenial threat. So, my first "Hunter party" and I wound up at the police station--along with Hunter himself for having the party with drunkees and drugees. But I told the police that hadn't been his intention and he really was trying to get people to stop and he had been planning to call cabs. Yeah, I lied to save his butt. When the police asked if I had had anything to drink, I said no, and then they asked if I had done drugs, and I said no. I had just gotten there. I got my "one phone call" because well, you know, I needed a ride out of there. I called Zac, who had recently gotten his driver's license.

"Zac? Remember that thing you owe me? The favour?" I asked.

"Yeah? What can I do?" he asked.

"Can you pick me and a friend up?"

"At the party? You just left not that long ago." he said, "Something happened?"

"Yeah." I said, "Something happened."

"Where's the party?" he asked.

"Not at the party. Can you pick me up at the police station?"


So, Zac came and picked me and Hunter up. When he walked in and saw me, he said, "Woah! Sis. You okay?"

"Fine. Can I go now?" I asked the cops. They nodded.

"Now, don't go to a party like that again. And don't you throw one." a cop said.

Hunter nodded. We walked silently, out to the car. We got in and I put my head against the seat. I said, "I didn't think that I'd wind up there, tonight."

"Me neither." Hunter said, "Listen, Isabella. I'm sorry about this, if I hadn't offered beer at the--"

"It's okay. I didn't get charged." I replied. Okay, so honestly, I didn't care. Seriously, I couldn't wait to tell Keesha, Kat and Izzy my arrest. I mean, I got taken out of a party in hand cuffs. How awesome? Maybe it's not something I should be proud of, but I couldn't help it. I was. Very proud.

"And thanks...for lying for me." Hunter added.

"You, the truth-teller, Goddess of All That Is Good and Pure, lied for him, the Drunken, Drugee Party Thrower?" Zac asked.

"Yeah...I couldn't just leave him in there. Although, I'm sure he's familiar to it." I said, smirking at Hunter. "Turn left here."

"Don't worry. I know where the idiot lives." Zac replied.

"Hey. Back off. I didn't ask her to lie for me." Hunter said, "I just have an irrestible charm that all girls fall for."

I did it again. I punched Hunter. See, I had wanted to do it earlier. But I held back. This time, I didn't. Then, as he inspected his nose, I asked, "Still think you're irrestible?"

"Brat!" he replied. "You punched me!"

"Not fun, is it?" Zac asked.

"Brat?" I questioned.

"I'm going to have a black eye!" Hunter replied.

"Black eye?" I asked, "I hit you in the nose. Some eye you have there."

"Ugh. Stop the car." he said, Zac pulled over. He opened the door and added, "I thought you were the silent sweet girl. Obvisiously I was wrong."

"Obvisously." I repeated. He got out and slammed the door. Zac and I started to laugh. It was that funny.

A couple days later, Keesha, Kat and I walked down to the school, talking about me punching two guys in the face in one night.

"Well, I had good reason for both of them." I said, defensivly.

"Punching Hunter because he called himself irrestible was not a good reason." Keesha scolded.

"I think it was." I replied dryly. "It was too irrestible not to have punched him. Besides, he's a jerk." That I can't stop thinking about.

"Never again." Kat said, sighing, "Will I go with you to a party sober."

"Haha." I said, shaking my head. Elizabeth ran up to us.

"Isabella, you'll never guess who's here today!" she said, smiling.

"Hunter?" I asked.

"Yeah, and you've gotta see his nose! It sticks out in a crowd!" Izzy told me, excitiedly.

I smiled. Sure, I was going to see where I had left my mark. I opened my locker and looked at my calander. Today was the last day of school, and offically the first day of my volunteer work at the hospital. There was only one person, who I knew, who had signed up too. Hunter. Great. I shut my locker door and somebody cleared their throat beside me. I looked up. The drunk guy from the party who had asked me to go to the bedroom.

"Oh." I said, smiling nervously. "Hi." I noticed his eye was swollen and bruised. He grinned.

"Sorry about Friday night's party. I guess you got your revenge." he said, still grinning. "I just can't believe I was so wasted that I let a girl punch me."

"Sorry about that. It was...instinct. I mean, insensitive. I mean, I...I don't know what I mean. Except that I'm sorry I punched you...?" I was flustered. I hadn't realized how hot he was.

He laughed, "It's okay. I wouldn't have done anything like that sober, but apparently the juice was spiked. And well...I like juice." He grinned and I laughed this time. I walked down the hall, with him, "Heard I wasn't the only one you punched."

"Oh?" I asked. "No, I suppose you weren't. See, that's what I do for money. I go around punching guys for people. It was a hot blonde, whom you had...already daunted, who paid me the thousand bucks. Yeah, I enjoyed it."

I smiled. His smile dropped and he asked, really seriously, "You don't actually do that do you?"

I laughed, shaking my head, "No, no. I was just nervous and ticked at you. You set something off. I'm still sorry."

"So why'd you punch Hunter?" he asked.

"Oh, he said he was irrestible. And I proved him wrong." I said, smiling. I stopped in front of my History class, "This is me."

"Oh. Okay." he smiled, "I'll see you around, Isabella."

He turned and left me alone. Of course, it hit me, his name was Matthew. See, I'm a little slow. But I waved and walked into my classroom. Guess who I sat beind every day in History--yeah, Hunter. I groaned silently and sat down. He wasn't here. Maybe he was skipping class, I thought, perking up. Two seconds later, I look up and there he is. Sitting in front of me. I sighed and wished we had a test today. But no--apparently the last day of school, you did no work. So, the teacher left the class and everyone sat around talking. I talked to the girl beside me, her name was Libby.

We were talking about the summer and stuff when Hunter turned around and asked, "Aren't you going to say you're sorry?"

I looked at him and asked, "Pardon? Were you talking to me? The girl who punched you, making you so scared you had to jump out of the car? And run home?" Well, that's what I wanted to say. But instead I looked at him and asked, "Pardon?"

"Aren't you going to say you're sorry?" Hunter repeated. Of course I had heard him the first time, but you know.

I acted offended, "Well, you started it."

"Ugh. I hope I don't see you at the hospital." he said, sounding disgusted. I rolled my eyes. He turned away from me.

School past slowly and Matthew was hanging around me, as much as one could in a day of school, and I enjoyed his company. He was funny and sweet, and sincerly sorry for me punching him. I waved bye to him, as I got into my car. I drove off, silently, and didn't go home. I drove to the hospital. I had already went through the orientation, and decided to continue with the program. I drove into the hospital's parking lot. I got out and raced through the doors. I smiled and found my supervisior on the fourth floor.

"What can I do?" I asked Melanie Baxter.

She smiled, "Volunteer?" I nodded. She smiled. "Do you have your shirt?"

I nodded, pulling it out of my purse. "Yeah."

"Okay, then. Change and meet me at room 413." Melanie said, smiling. "You'll be working with me and the next volunteer to come to me."

I nodded and raced down to the change rooms. Changing, I raced back to 413. I walked in, trying to compose myself. The top was pink and across it is had a halo and the words, Pink Angel Volunteer.

I smiled, seeing an five-year old girl, and Melanie. Melanie smiled, "Katie? This is a volunteer..."

"Isabella." I supplied.

"Her and a boy will be helping you...before you go to sleep. For a long, long time." Melanie said, sighing. She smiled and walked over to me, pulling me out of the room.

"Is she...dying?" I asked, swallowing that lump in my throat.

"Its a job I'd never give to newcomers, but her mother and father asked for it. She's dying of...long-time, well advanced terimal cancer. Her name's Katie Bell. Make sure she has everything she wants. Her parents want her to die happy." Melanie told me. She shook her head, "Don't get attached. Come see me around six o'clock."

She turned and walked away. I stood there, "Wha--What?"

"I know. She's so cold." a voice came. I whipped around. Hunter stood there. I swayed back and forth.

"Oh." I said, "You're not working with Katie too...are you?"

"Yeah, I am. I gather you are too. Now, the less we talk, the better." Hunter told me. He turned and walked in to Katie's room. I followed.

"Hey, who are yoou?" Katie asked.

"I'm Hunter." Hunter said, with a gentle smile. I went and sat down on the chair beside her bed, watching him. His face lite up, "I hear your name's Katie. That doesn't happen to be Katie Bell, does it?"

Her face lite up quickly. She smiled, "That's my name!"

"Really? Wow. You're named after a very special fairy." he told her.

"I am?" she asked.

Hunter looked at me, and said, "Isn't she, Isabella?"

I hopped right in, "Yes, you are! Do you want to hear about her?"

"Yes! Please!" Katie added, staring at us. Hunter nodded at me, as if to say, start it. I didn't know if he already had one in mind, but I started off with my own story.

"Okay, so. Once upon there was this pretty fairy. She was tiny and pretty. Her cheeks were rosey pink and she loved to wear her little pink dress. Almost like a ballerina's dress. She was kind and caring. She loved Nature, with all the animals and trees and wildlife. But she loved helping people more." I looked at Hunter and smiled. He nodded and I continued, "Her name was...Katie Bell, but she liked to be called Bell. She was sweet and kind, but she was also clever and tricky."

Hunter interrupted, by saying, "So clever and tricky that she went blind."

"Blind?" Katie asked, her eyes going wide.

"Not that she couldn't see. She could see, but she missed things. Like, she'd fly by--" Hunter said.

"She could fly?" Katie asked.

"You didn't know faries could fly?" I asked, surprised. Katie shook her head. I said, "Well, then. We'll just have to tell you all about faries."

"Yes! How big were they? How did they fly?" Katie asked.

"Hey, want me to run down to the children's libaray on the second floor and get a book on faries?" Hunter asked me.

"Sure. That be great." I said, smiling.

"Oh! then you must tell me about Bell!" Katie said, her eyes filling up with curiousity.

Hunter smiled and said, "I'll be back, Katie." he was at the door when I took a big breath, and stood up.

"Can I come with you, Hunter?" I asked.

He turned and asked, "Really?"

I smiled, fumbling with my fingers, "Look, I think I could help pick out the best fariy book, because well, I know about faries. I met one once."

"You met one?" Katie's eyes went big. I winked at her.

"I did. She was so pretty. That's a story for another day, okay? Remind me to tell you about it, okay?" I said, smiling.

"Oh! Okay! I want to know everything about faries first!" Katie said, "Hurry back please!"

I smiled and followed Hunter out of the room. I walked to the elevator. Hunter walked past. I asked, "Where are you going?"

"To use the stairs. I told you, I don't want to talk to you more than I have to." Hunter said, walking through a door marked, stairwell. I looked at the elevator door that had just opened.

"Oh." I said, and followed him. Catching up to him down the stairs, I said, "I'm sorry about punching you. It wasn't a smart thing to do. Besides, you just perved me. I'm sorry. Seriously."

He turned and looked at me, he shook his head, "Look, I don't want you to say your sorry and expect something out of this."

"I..." I was speechless. Then I said, "Listen. I don't expect anything out of saying sorry. Except for someone to talk cilvil to me. I just don't want you being nice to me in front of Katie and then rude the second she's out of ear shot!"

And I brought on what Kat called, The Pity Trick. I brought on the tears. I sat on the stairs and buried my face in my hands.

"Isabella?" he asked, sounding uneasy.

"It's not fair! I...I just can't control myself...I shouldn't have punched you! I shouldn't have gotten you all stiff and mad! Ugh...." I said, sniffing.

"Bella? It's okay..." Hunter said, sitting beside me. He wrapped his arm my shoulder, and I felt a tingling go through me. I pretended to dry my fake tears. I shook my head, I'm such a good dramatic.

"Is it? Is it really?" I asked, pushing his arm off me, standing up and racing down the next set of stairs. He sighed and followed. I opened the door marked 3 and walked through. I dried my tears, those had been real, but they weren't true and I smiled, despite myself. I walked into the children's library. Hunter caught up to me.

"Hey, punched me. Therefore, I have every right to be mad at you." Hunter told me, whispering in my ear. I jumped, feeling his body just behind mine. I didn't say anything, but I took a deep breath, he continued, "You don't get to pull the water-works on me, missy." He moved away from me, so that the people around us wouldn't suspect us for...whatever you'd think we'd be doing. I stared at him as he said louder, "Come on, let's go find that book for Katie Bell."

He smiled, and grabbed my hand. I mean, seriously. He could act. I let him pull me to the fairy tales section. He pulled me down, to look through the books on the second last shelf.

"What are you doing?" I hissed. Clearly, I was wrong about him.

"I'm acting like everything's okay. Okay?" he hissed back. "I don't want to make a scene about it."

I raised an eye brow, "Okay, then. Now, you can see why I hate you."

"Oh, you're not the only one with a strong feeling of hate around here, missy." he whispered, then in that louder--see, nothing's wrong voice-- he asked me, "Do you think she'll like this book?"

He pulled a book out and I asked, "No, I think she'll like this one, don't you?"

I flipped through my book, that I held. It was all about faries. I smirked and stood. I walked over and said to the librarian, "Room 413."

"Okay. Just take it. Make sure you return it." she said, not looking up. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the library. Then I raced for the elevator, the door opened immediately. I turned and saw Hunter walking, without a book in his hands, towards the staircase. I sighed. I won this round.

Round? I asked myself. I suppose it was a game now...

I shrugged and when the elevator doors opened, I saw Hunter leaning against the wall, waiting. I walked out and we walked silently to Katie's room. That night we taught her about faires, and finished the story of Katie Bell, who was a fairy who helped save a princess from the princess's cursed fate. I also added a prince in there, so there was a love story to the princess part. Katie seemed to, despite Hunter's glare, soak in the love story.

"Does Katie Bell fall in love?" Katie asked.

"Do you want her to?" Hunter asked.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, "Who does she fall in love with?"

"Tomorrow night, okay?" I asked, looking at the clock. It was 7 pm. We were supposed to see Melanie an hour ago. Oops, I thought. I said, with a soft smile, "We'll tell you about how she falls in love with an elf."

"Which is forbidden." Hunter said, "By the Fairy Queen and even the Elves' King. But they sneak around."

"Yeah...?" Katie said, her eyes wide.

"Tomorrow, Katie. Go to sleep." he told her.

"Okay." she said, yawning. "Mama's supposed to come the day after tomorrow."

"We'll love to meet her." I told her, brushing her hair out of her face.

"I want her to meet you. You're pretty." she said, smiling at me. She closed her eyes. I stood and motioned Hunter to do the same. He did and we both slipped silently out of the room. I reached back to shut the door and Katie asked, "Will you come back tomorrow?"

"All day, now get to sleep, sweetie." I promised, shutting the door. I smiled and looked at Hunter, "We have to report to Melanie."

"The Cold One." he told me, and I laughed.

"Yeah, the Heartless One."

"Oh. Good one." he said, smiling.

"Oh, burn. I got you to smile!" I said, grinning. I stuck my tongue out at him. He did the same to me.

"Come on, let's go down to the Nurse's floor." Hunter suggested.

"Stairs again?" I asked, the Nurse's floor was 3 floor down.

"No. Elevator." Hunter said, "I'm not walking down 3 flights of stairs."

I smiled and followed him to the elevator. As we waited I asked, "She's a sweetheart, isn't she?"

"She really is. And until she..." he trailed off. The reality was, she'd never have her first kiss, nor her first boyfriend. I sighed and closed my eyes. I heard a dinging. "Isabella? Come on." Hunter's voice came. I opened my eyes. He was holding the elevator door open for me. "You okay?"

I shook my head, ridding myself with the fact that Katie wouldn't live until her sixth birthday. I walked in and nodded, "Yeah. Fine. Just thinking that Katie's never going to fall in love..."

"And that's more important then her living until her sixth" Hunter asked, skeptically.

"Falling in love is very important to any girl. I mean, it's the soul center of life. Not love, but falling in love. I mean, she'll never feel the electricity run through her body when she and him touch, or cry because he broke her heart." I sighed, "It's something every girl has to go through. Maybe not guys...but it's important."

"It's important to guys." Hunter said, defensivly. Then he shrugged, "I guess the girl's gotta have a nice figure and a really hot butt."

My eyes grew wide. "Ugh..." I said, "How can you say that?"

"How can you punch a stranger?" he countered.

"Easily. See, you make a fist, and then you do, what you call, a follow through and make contact with the person's face." I told him, punching him slow-motioned. Except, my hand brushed his face and I pulled back.

"I see." Hunter said.

I smiled, "You said you didn't want to talk to me, and yet, you do. A lot."

"Shut up, brat." he replied, staring at the doors.

"Don't call me that." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Brat." he repeated.

I didn't say anything. We walked silently through the halls on the Nurse's floor. Finally, we found Melanie. But she told us, "You're an hour and fifteen minutes late. Now, be on time and get away."

"What time tommorro--" I started to say.

"I said, go." Melanie said, glaring at me, "You're wasting my time."

I looked at Hunter, for support, but he was walking away. I raced to catch up to him, and I asked under my breath, "Why is she so cold?"

"My guess, she lost a paitent that she had gotten close to." Hunter told me. Actually, that made perfect sense. Now I felt kind of bad. Hunter and I walked out to the parking lot. I raced up to my car and waved bye to Hunter.

"See ya tomorrow." I called out. I got into my car and turned my engine on. But it didn't go on. It sputtered and that was it. I closed my eyes and tried again. Nothing. A tap came from the window and I jumped, and squealed. I looked up and saw Hunter. I opened the door. "What?" I sputtered.

"Well, if you talk like that, I won't help you. I was going to offer you help. But nevermind." Hunter said, turning on his heel.

"Wait! Wait!" I said, getting out of the car. He turned to face me. "I just figured you were going to laugh at me."

He smiled and shook his head, "I may hate you, but I'm not that mean."

I smiled. Maybe it was the way he said it, or maybe it was just the words, but I took a deep breath and could've swore that he meant he wouldn't be that mean to me. But maybe it was just his big brown eyes that I saw that. He didn't hate me. He couldn't. He didn't know me. And I didn't know him. Yet, I punched him. I sighed and he walked over to the car's hood. He popped it open and smoke came out.

"Woah. It's toast." he said, smiling.

"It's brand new!" I complained, "Okay, not brand brand new. But still..."

"It'll cost you quite a bit of green to replace..." he started.

"Okay, don't start with all that talk. I never understood it." I cut him off. I shook my head and walked over to him. "How much will it cost to replace or do whatever needs to be done?"

"About..." he sighed, then considered it, "Maybe a grand."

"What? I might as well get a new car!" I said, because, well, it's true.

"That cost you a lot more, trust me." Hunter said, shaking his head.

"How do I get home?" I asked. "Well, I suppose I could call one of those stinky cabs, with the gucky, old, rotten seats. Or I could call Zac, but I think he said he had a hot date with that girl... But then, maybe I could call my sister, Natile, but she's out shopping and we try and avoid each other all together, seriously. She's like this huge pain and...right. My ride home. I'll call a cab, it's easier."

"No, no, no. I vowed never to leave a damsel in distress." Hunter told me, winking. "Come on, I'll write a note and leave it on the dashboard explaing why it's staying. And then I'll drive you home."

"But aren't enemies supposed to laugh and leave one another stranded?" I asked.

"No. Not nice enemies. Would you drive off on me?" Hunter asked, smiling.

I thought about it. No, I felt too guilty about the whole me-punching-him-for-no-real­-reason. I smiled, shaking my head, "No, I wouldn't. I do have a nice side."

"Go on and get into my truck. Instead of writing a note, I think I'll just tell the clerk lady." Hunter told me. I nodded and thought about what his truck looked like. He smiled and pointed to it. I smiled back and raced over to it. I opened the passanger's side and hopped in. His truck was running and soft music was playing. It wasn't rock, like I had expected, so I switched it to rock, station 105.7 fm and I started singing along to a well-known song. The song finished and another one came on, my favourite song, Lips of an Angel by Hinder. I sang along, of course and closed me eyes.

"Coming from the lips of an annggel..." I sang, and heard the truck door shut. I opened my eyes and closed my mouth. Hunter sat smiling at me, beside me. I gasped. "Knock first!"

"It's my truck!" Hunter protested, "And," he turned the volume down, "It's very loud."

"Was." I muttered.

"Yes, was."Hunter replied, "And by the way, you're a very awful singer."

"I know. My family tells me so when I come out of the shower." I told him.

He laughed, "You're a shower-singer?"

"To my own songs." I said, smiling. He laughed. "Do you care for this?"

"Yeah. A bit." he told me, "But it's not all bad. I didn't see you to be one to care for this."

"Huh?" I said, "I meant, do you mind driving me home?"

"Oh. No. I thought you meant the music." Hunter said, turning four roads away from my house.

"Hey, do you know where you're going?" I asked. He turned again, getting warmer.

"Of course." he replied.

"How did you know where I lived?" I asked.

"I've always known where you lived." Hunter replied dryly, "I've known since Grade Three."

"Grade Three?" I asked. "You went to...Pineclass School?"

"You were off in your own little world, always smiling. I could never show off to you, because you always had your head above the clouds, thinking I was an idiot. Not coodies, but an idiot." Hunter told me, smiling, "And your friends never let you outta their sight. So there was no chance of me ever talking to you, or you ever knowing I was alive."

I was shocked, no, stunned. I asked, after a moment, "Why didn't I notice you?"

"Because, as I said, you were in your own little bubble. I was only there in Grade Three to Grade Seven. Otherwise, you were going to be my grad...Oh, here we are. I'll see you tomorrow, Isabella." he said, pulling in my driveway. I knew, in some odd way, I had been dismissed.

"Bye, Hunter." I said, "Thanks for the ride." I opened the door and went to shut it. But I caught it and smiled. I looked at him and said, "And Hunter, just for the record, I notice you now, more than anyone."

He smiled and said, "Bella?" I nodded, "If you can't get a ride tomorrow, you know my number, right?"

To be honest, I'm sure I could get it from Keesha, but then she'd ask why..."Actually, no. I don't."

"Really?" he asked. "Well, I'll call you then."

"You know my phone number?" I asked, shocked.

Hunter simply said, "I know more than you think."

I smiled, "Thanks. I'll be waiting for your call. And do call, and don't be one of those guys who simply forget."

He nodded, "I don't know how I can possibly forget my...ahem, enemy."

I laughed and shut the door. I ran up to the porch and looked back, Hunter smiled and slowly pulled out of my driveway. I put my hand on the door handle and waved to him. I turned the door handle and pushed the door open, but I didn't move my feet. Hunter honked, waved and left. I waited until he was out of sight before going into the house. I entered and shut the door. Zac came down the stairs to greet me. I think.

"Hey, sis. Who was your date?" he asked, smiling.

"Not a date. Hospital volunteer work. My car died, or something. So, I got a ride home and left my car there." I explained quickly. He stopped on the seventh step or so. "Your date?"

He smiled and I took my jacket off. He told me, "Hot. Pretty. Funny. Smart. Perfect."

"The date, not the girl." I told him, taking my shoes off.

"Oh, it was fun. We went down to the movies."

"Classic." I replied.

"I thought you'd approve." I walked up the stairs, and he told me, "Good movie. You should see it. It's called Sweet Home Alabama."

I laughed, "You didn't go to the movies! That movie's been out for over two years!"

"Approve or not?" he asked. I leaned over the banister.

"Total approval. It's like a classic romance movie." I said, shaking my head. "You know how to have a date. Pop corn? Pop?"

"Pop corn and Coke." he told me. I smiled, and he added, "And I better know how to have a date. You taught me how to date. How to talk to girls, how to act, and that stuff. I have to hand it to you, it works."

I laughed again and walked to my room, saying, "I'm the best. I know it." I went and sat down on my bed. I took my earrings out and groaned. I took my socks off and wiggled my toes. Then I pulled my pony tail out and shook my hair. I sighed and layed back on my bed.

I didn't dream about Hunter. Not this time anyways. I dreamt about fairies, and Katie Bell being one of them. She danced around, lighting the world up. I followed her across a feild of wild flowers. She told me, "Life isn't going to be all about fun. And make sure your eyes are open to what's in front of you, Isabella." she said my name just like Hunter had the first time he said it. Like he had been waiting to say it all his life. I sighed and Katie Bell left me alone in the feild.

When I woke, I had still been picturing that feild. I got out of bed and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Zac and Natile looked up. Zac smiled and Nat scoffed.

"Mornin'." I said, yawning. To be honest, I wasn't tired. I felt refreshed, but anyways...

"Morning. Hunter called around 9 asking when you wanted to leave. I told him you were in the shower and would call back." Nat told me.

"What time is it now?" I asked.

"Quarter to ten." Zac replied.

I freaked. "Oh, great! Did he leave a number?"

"Yeah, it's right there. I wrote it down for you." Nat told me. "He also said you were a brat for taking a shower."

"Oh, really?" I said, "Well, thanks."

I grabbed the phone and picked up the piece of paper with his number on it. I went up stairs and dialed his number.

"Hello?" a woman's voice came.

"May I speak to Hunter?" I asked, politely.

"He's not home. He went to pick up a girl for a date. Sorry, hon, but he's taken." and she hung up.

"What?" I asked the air. I hung up and went into the shower. I took about 2 mins, basically rushing the entire process. It had to look like I actually had a shower. Then, as I was blow-drying my hair, I thought, what if he actually had a date? And had been calling to cancel? I shook my head and brushed my teeth while blow-drying my hair. Odd multi-tasking, I know. Then, when my hair was still damp, I raced into my room to change. I did this quickly, since we had to wear the same volunteer top, and a pair of jeans, it wasn't so hard. Once I was presentable, Zac called up to me.

"What?" I asked, walking into the hall and over to the banister. Hunter was at the door.

"Hi." he said. Zac stood by him, smiling.

"Hunter's here." Zac told me.

"Cows go moo." I replied. He grinned. Hunter looked at us. I smiled and added, "Cows go moo means stating the obvisous."

"Oh. I see." Hunter said, grinning.

"Yeah. I tried to call you, but you had already left. Apparently, to go fetch a date, and apparently, you're taken." I said, walking down the stairs. Hunter looked confused. "When I called, I got a woman."

"My sister. Man, I hate her." Hunter said, turning to Zac he asked, "Do your sisters tell girls to buzz off?"

"Only if I ask them too." Zac told him.

"We're pretty good at keeping calls." Nat walked in, saying. Hunter stared at her, and she told Zac, "Oh, your girlfriend called but I told her you had company. I wrote her number down. And you can't call her, 'cuz I'm going to call Jack and wait for him to say sorry."

She walked up the stairs and I asked, "Wait, Jack, the one who pushed you down the stairs and broke your wrist?"

Nat turned on the spot. "For your information, he did not push me, I fell."

"No, you didn't." Zac said, "He pushed you so that another girl, whom he was also seeing, wouldn't know he was cheating on her."

"What?" Nat sputtered. "That is so not true! Jack is true to me and me only!"

"No, he's not!" I said, "He's been dating every other girl in the town."

"Leave me alone! I hate you guys!" Nat yelled and ran into her room. She slammed the door. I looked at Zac.

"I didn't start it." Zac told me. I looked at Hunter, who shrugged.

"I'll be right back. Honestly. Why do I have to play "Mom" around here?" I asked.

"Because mom's dead and you're the oldest. And you're a girl." Zac replied. I ran up the stairs, pressing my eyes closed. I had been really close to my Mom, and she was the only reason I moved in with my dad 14 months ago. Because she died. But before she died, she had given me a brand new car. I cherish that car, which was currently still in the parking lot of the hospital. I walked into Nat's room. She was crying, merely a cry.

I sat down on her bed and rubbed my hand up and down her back like our mom had down. She turned and looked at me. I whispered, "We're just looking out for you, Nat. We don't want you to get hurt again, we hate seeing you upset."

She nodded, "I know. But I really like this guy."

"Would it help if I told you I knew someone who was hot and in love with you, that's not Jack?" I asked. She grinned and nodded again. "You know, Keesha's brother?"

"Keesha's brother?" she asked, her eyes going wide. She said, "Why?"

"Because you're a great girl." I smiled. I wasn't cut out for this whole "Motherly" act. So, you know, that's all I could think to say. "Besides, you two hang out sometimes. And well, I think he loves you. He's always asking about you."

"He is?" she sniffled.

"Yeah, 'course." I said, "Look, I gotta go. Hopistal volunteer duty calls me."

"Hospital volunteer duty?" Nat asked. I picked up a pillow and threw it at her.

"Do you ever listen?" I asked, laughing. I stood, "Look, I gotta go. Why don't you call Keesha's brother and just ask to hang out?"

"Oh. Okay." she smiled, "Well, wait."


"Is that why the hottie's downstairs?" Nat asked.

"He's not hot." I replied, nodding and I walked out smiling. I walked down the stairs, the door was shut and Zac and Hunter were gone. I shook my head and walked slowly down the stairs. I knew Zac brought him into the living room, or maybe the kitchen, and if they were in the kitchen, it meant that Zac wanted to "casually" talk to Hunter. I shook my head and poked my head into the living room. No one. I sighed, silently and walked slowly over to the kitchen door.

"Well? That's not an answer, and you know it! I know you like her, admit it." Zac said.

I silently cursed him.

I heard Hunter say, "Well, I like her out of respect. Okay?"

"Respect?" Zac asked, and I mouthed.

"Yes, respect. She doesn't mind showing anyone, she's the boss. I respect her for that. But otherwise, I don't like your sister, man." Hunter told Zac.

"Aww..." I mouthed, rolling my eyes.

"Dude, she's totally hot for you." Zac told him. I could see him grinning in my mind.

"She is?" Hunter asked.

"I hate you, Zac." I whispered.

"Totally." Zac said, "She like, talked about you, consently last night. Saying you're a great guy and must hate her a lot, because you drove her home last night."

I cursed in my mind again. I waited for Hunter's reply. Hunter finally said, I think he was the one who sighed, "Well, I'm sorry she feels that way. But I don't. Honestly. I don't. She's a brat, if you get my meaning. And I can't like nor trust her."

"What did you call my sister?" Zac asked. I pushed the door open, smiling.

"Hey, what's going on? I couldn't find you." I asked, cheerfully. Neither answered. "Well, anyways, Hunter? Can we go now? Katie Bell will be waiting."

"Katie Bell?" Zac asked.

"Apparently she hasn't told you everything." Hunter replied, distastfully. He turned and smiled, "Let's get outta here."

The thing was, Hunter made it sound like a command rather than a suggestion, I had made. But I smiled and said, "Let's. I'll see you later, Zac. And don't wear that brown tie on your date!"

Hunter and I left quickly. We got into his truck, without saying a word. When we got to the hospital, I said, "Thanks for the ride, again. I'll call a towtruck to take my car out of the parking lot, you go ahead to Katie's room."

"Yeah." he said, walking passed me. I made a face at him, then I ran to catch up with him.

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